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Sinead O'connor

Sinead O'connor

Kingdom Of Rain

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A song Sinead did together with The The on
their album called "Mind Bomb"
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tell me what you're thinking baby
you heart's beating faster than mine
and i know something's going on
in your life
your life
your life

you were the girl i wanted to cry with
you were the girl i wanted to die with

and you were the boy who turned in to the man
broke my heart & let go of my hand
our bed is empty
the fire is out
and all the love we've got to give
has all spurted out
there's no more blood and no more pain
in our kingdom of rain

you think you know about life
you think you know about love
but when you put your hands inside me
it doesn't even feel like i'm being touched

you were the boy i wanted to cry with
you were the boy i wanted to die with
you've moved further from my side
year by year
while still making love
dutifully sincere
but as silent as the car lights
that move across this room
as cold as our bodies silhouetted by the moon
and i would lie awake & wonder
is it just me
or is this the way that love is supposed to be?

tell me what you told him baby
my heart's beating out of time in my mind
and i know something's going wrong
in our lives

i just wanted somebody to caress, this damsel in distress.
i just wanted somebody to undress, this damsel in distress.
i just wanted somebody to bless, this damsel in distress.
i just wanted somebody to possess, this young girl

our bed is empty
the fire is out
and all the love we've got to give
has all spurted out
our bed is empty
the fire is out
and all the love we've got to give
has all spurted out
our bed is empty
the fire is out
and all the love we've got to give
has all spurted out

there's no more blood and no more pain
In our kingdom of rain...

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